So... I'm in DC right now, and my class just went to the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.

I made a poem when they were doing the wreath ceremony, and I wanted to share it somewhere, sooo...

              Tomb

I listen to the bangs of the gun.
21.
The taps come after, one by one.
He walks, certain where he is to be.

The tomb of the dead, of lost souls.
He marches without a break: without a fault.
He stands with sureness of what is to be done.

Behind the three lay thee:

HERE RESTS IN
HONORED GLORY
AN AMERICAN
SOLDIER
KNOWN BUT TO GOD

A ceremony of what was.
A call; A cry

A bang.
A bang.
A bang.

Three bullets rang, and silence was the answer.
Clock strikes 11, bells cry out.
The (east?) wind blows.

It comes to an end, my hair flows.
As their stillness sings, mournful and quiet as the breeze...

Um. I might not be posting anything on here in a while, as I'm trying to complete my old book and Black and White.
Thats all, thanks for reading.